You know you are on vacation…
Ebola – the forms are killing
Now that we have at least one case of death from ebola and a few more suspected cases of ebola in US, it would be interesting to see how travel to India changes. If it does.
A month back, I had a pretty funny experience getting into India. This was when my inlaws were traveling with me to Kolkata. When we got into our flight from Dubai to Kolkata, they did not have any Indian immigration or customs forms for us inflight. Instead they handed out something that looked like a very hastily printed out, pretty shoddy form. It was the “Ebola Declaration” form.
Let me see if I can give you a rough idea of how the form looked. Imagine a normal letter size (or A4) paper in landscape form. The right half of it was filled up with all sorts of descriptions of ebola and how to detect if you have ebola. It seemed like they had picked it up straight from some wikipedia entry.
The left half of it had two parts. The first part said “Fill this if you are visiting from Liberia, Sierra Leone, Nigeria…” and the second part asked for identity information and stay details in India. The instructions also mentioned that before you head out to immigration, authorities will be there to check you for possible symptoms of ebola.
As you can imagine, myself – and I am sure most others filled up the second part of the left side of the form, signed it and then got down from the plane. I was wondering what the check for possible symptoms of ebola might look like and how much extra time that would add to the queue. Fortunately, the whole check comprised of three guys sitting in a corner chatting among themselves as the passengers completely ignored them and ran to the immigration counters!!!
As easy and effortless as that was, getting past the immigration officer with the ebola form was a completely different story. He was more confused than any of the passengers regarding what to do with the form. First, he looked at my form (I was in the front of the queue) and asked me to fill up the first part. I showed him that it clearly stated it is to be filled only if we are coming from West Africa. His answer totally floored me – “How do we know if ebola has spread in other countries after the form was printed?”. That was a good point, all of us agreed. So, all the passengers were back to filling forms. You knew that because half of them were going around asking “Ekta pen hobey?” (Do you have a pen on you?).
That session over, the immigration officer asked me why did I not sign with a little more space so my signature covered the right side of the form too. I was incredulous – I was like “What? Why should I sign outside of the form going to the right half?”. I realized quickly why. Without even waiting for my answer, he had started to split the paper in half and then handed me the right half. Just like they used to do with the old immigration form. At least in the old immigration form, you had to fill in details of yourself on either side and the side that you kept with you needed to be handed back to the authorities when you left the country at the end of the stay. All I had now is a form with some description of ebola from wikipedia. And a might Indian Immigration stamp that he put on it loudly!!! He was looking for some portion of my signature that he could stamp on to vouchsafe the verification!!!
At this point, I was totally going to have fun. So, I asked him “Achha, pherot jabar somoy ki eta dekhatey hobey”? (Do I need to produce this before I leave the country?). “Amader to sir, osob boley daini. Bhalo korey rekhe din. Jodi chay to deben. Naholey pheley deben”!! (I am not sure. They never told us anything. Anyways, keep it safely. If they ask, give it, otherwise just throw it away).
So, I safely put it in my passport and moved on. Here is the really hilarious part. All this time that I was arguing with him – do you know what he was wearing? He had one of those surgical face masks over his mouth!! You know who was not wearing them? Those three guys sitting at the table bored right outside the plane who were supposed to check us for potential symptoms of ebola!!
Fun! Fun! Fun!
Intersection Point in an airport!!!
Started the mini vacation with family. Headed towards Chicago. The best part of the vacation might have just happened – even before we could get into the plane. Thanks to Facebook, Sharmila found out that one of her best friends from early childhood days was on her way back from Florida to Dubai today. Also realized that she was routed thru Atlanta airport – although at a very different time than our flight.
A few Facebook messages, frantic calls and a lot of effort from Rupa (Sharmila’s friend) to convince Delta to let her get onto an earlier flight, we were able to reach the gate for her flight just as the plane pulled into the gate. For a couple of hours thereafter, it was absolute bliss with laughter and old stories of when she had visited us long back in Florida and Dallas and when we had visited her in Hong Kong and Dubai. You could have easily spotted us as the boisterous crowd in the Atlanta Hawks bar in Terminal A.
Sometimes, serendipity can be marvelous!! That was the best impromptu gathering ever!!!
From the bartender’s corner – Petit Zinc
What? They did not give me the Nobel Peace prize this year either?
Man, I have never started a war. I always keep quiet when my wife yells at me. I even voted Yes in the recent “Do you want world peace” referendum. What does one have to do to bag the Nobel Peace prize? Start wars on a couple of countries like Iraq and Syria? What? Somebody beat me to that too?
I think I am going to try something different next year. When nobody is looking, I am going to swiftly change aim and go for the Nobel prize for Chemistry. I have no idea what those funny looking symbols in my daughter’s chemistry books mean but hey! I can mix drinks. That should count for something, right?
Well, till then, let me tell you about a really cool place I found in Portland which is particularly appropriate to visit when you realize that once again you do not have any Nobel Prize in your salient life achievements. Called Whiskey Library (in Portland), it is one of the largest bar for bourbon, whiskey, single malt etc etc that I have ever seen. I was totally impressed by their inventory.
If you get a chance ever, do not forget to visit that place. Please do invite me for your celebrations there in case you win the Nobel prize. Unless you get it for Economics. In which case, I am staying home. Those tweed jackets kick up my allergens!!! Plus I am really upset with the economists for not returning my money after they messed up with the economy last time.
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Friends Bar None …
A really long week. Have not felt this drained on a Friday morning in some time. Now on a coast to coast flight back…
Of course, this week’s travels had its own upsides… Meeting old friends that I had not seen in a long time as well as making new ones. And finding weird and funny road signs, restroom doors and so on π
Speaking of new friends, one of the best places to make friends is at the hotel bar. But most of the time, instead of making friends with people in the bar, I somehow make friends with the bartender. It almost always starts by exchanging notes on interesting cocktails. And I always pick up a few more new recipes every time…
This week, I learnt a few from Joel Yacoby. He was at the Den in Portland. It was absolutely delightful spending time with this hard working young gentleman.
Learnt a very interesting drink from him – what he calls “Fiery Balls”!! And in the discussion of the “weirdest vodkas we have ever seen”, my bottle of Sriracha vodka (yes, there is a thing) won π
Wait a minute!!!
So I am running down from the 10th floor to the 8th floor of an office building in Portland. It would be faster than waiting for the elevator. Or, so I thought. What really happened was that half way thru the stairwell, I noticed this restroom!! And I stopped. And I stared for a long time. At the restroom. In the stairwell!! Men’s restroom!! How many times have you seen a men’s restroom in the stairwell?
It had a handicapped sign!!! A HANDICAPPED SIGN!! Who, in their right minds, and in a wheelchair, is climbing up and down the stairs to a handicapped accessible restroom???? And that too, only for men???
This is too confusing for me!!
Puzzle time!!!
Found this interesting problem. See if you can solve this…
Four tanks going in a line on a very narrow bridge encounter four friendly tanks in a line coming from the other side. Unfortunately, they see each other only when there is exactly one tank worth of distance between the two leading tanks from either side. And there is no space on the bridge to go around each other.
Now here is a problem – None of the tanks can reverse. However, a tank can climb over another tank as long as there is space for the tank to land on the bridge after climbing over a tank. A tank cannot climb over more than one tank at a time. (meaning it has to come down to the bridge after climbing one tank). Also no tank can take the weight of more one one tank on top of it. (meaning you cannot have three tanks on top of each other).
How can the two sets of four tanks sort out the problem and eventually proceed their own way?







